Subject to the Wind

A song, I think.

There were visions in my head

of something new.

Something larger than myself,

that was true.

Then something smacked me in the face,

diverse,

like the human race.

Then I became a song

tinted blue.

So strong was the strumming of the base,

twanging on the heartstrings

just in case.

And the melody

bordered on Noir

like the sounds of a Gibson, 

stringed Guitar,

thumbing out the tunes 

in soulful space.

Then things changed

and the sound, it changed too.

But with life

change is what we do.

So I dawned some different hats

wiped my feet on other mats.

I was Cool,

just hang-in with my Crew.

In retrospect,

looking back was no mistake.

It was a vicious time

and things were not so Jake.

It was a time of aimless thought,

Cool Noir

or even not.

In a boat

without ores

on a lake.

Subject to the wind

For music's sake.

JE Falcon

02-06-2021

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Some interesting thoughts in the poetry my friend. When we wander and think. The song, the music of life can steal our thoughts. I love music. It is my muse. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[JE Falcon]

Sorry, Coyote, somehow I missed your review (?). And thank you.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome my friend.

[lightsong]

Yes my friend this has melody as I was reading it and would make a very good song in my opinion. happy or sad... it doesn't matter as we are carefree, free for the sake of our message... music. the;

"diverse,
like the human race.
Then I became a song,
tinted blue."

caught my attention to know how seriously the character of the poem takes music as his mission, You put me in the mood of a traveling band around all places singing to, about and for the other humans. wonderful write my friend.

[JE Falcon]

So much thanks, lightsong, much harmony to you.

[lightsong]

I like the harmony word :> thank You and much harmony to You too~